Busy?

Busy?

To Fall Deeper in Love with the World

 

 

Sit with lichen

longer than comfort allows.

 

The urge to move must rise and pass,

rise and pass, must pass.

 

One waits with expectation

as if desiring a gift.

 

Frustration breeds.

Sit. Sun. Rain. Snow.

  

Until little by little

 the wanting is gone

 

and all that remains

 is sitting with lichen.

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